Well, we did make it to Bowling Green on Thursday night. We made it in at about 9 o'clock, central time and didn't see a single flake on the way. Friday morning Gilbert reported 8 inches or so in Lafayette, so I guess leaving early was a good move.
Although only one of my three major weekend engagements worked out as planned (my play date had something come up and Melissa's boys were still being quarantined), it ended up being a great time. The Gibbs' daughter went to the play with me (My "kids" were fabulous, by the way; I was SO proud) and I was able to make some visits that I didn't think I would have time to make. We saw several people at the church office on Friday (we went for a visit with Auntie Sandra); then we had the chance to see the Fowlkes, the Millers, the Loftons, and half of the Hartfords on Saturday. I also had a visit with my friend Laura at Barnes and Noble and a quick chat with Margo J. in the Staples parking lot. Then, of course, church today allowed us to see just about everyone else, although it never affords the chance to visit for nearly long enough.
After lunch we trekked back into "The Great White North," and I mean this quite literally. Cole was gracious enough to grant us permission to travel all the way through with no stopping! He slept until Indiana and was satisfied after that with a couple of interesting toys, one package of fruit snacks, a canister of pineapple puffs, a roll of smarties, two crackers, a game of watching Mom turn the interior "ites" on and off several times, and some foot tickling from the front seat. We were greeted in Lafayette by about 6 inches of snow and really cold wind. Then we made it inside just before the rain started--much different from the gorgeous weekend weather in Bowling Green. I did learn this weekend, however, that I shouldn't complain. Many of you would trade weather with me for just one good snow day.